Why Israel?

I am often asked why is Israel so important to me. I usually give the stock answer about the Promised Land and walk away. But, for me, it goes much farther. It goes back to the man who was for almost my whole life my best friend, my father.

My Daddy loved Israel and he loved Jews. He was not Jewish, but the amount of respect and love he had for the Jewish faith was a main guiding force in my life. He always said “If you mess with Jews, you are messing with G-d.” He would point out that no culture that persecutes Jews lasts, and he was right. He always said “G-d holds the Jews in His hand close to His heart”.

My Daddy was born in 1910 (for those wondering, I was born when he was 65). He lived through WWII. He was not in the Armed Forces. He was too busy raising five kids. Since I was born a LONG time after WWII, he would talk about how people who returned from the war and the stories they would tell. And he talked about the Holocaust. And he cried. I remember him saying “How could you kill those beautiful people?” “How could you be so cruel?” I find myself asking the same questions today.

When I went to college, I first studied the Holocaust in depth. I called home and asked Daddy how it could happen. His only answer was this:” hate caused this. hate for jews, and everyone else they killed.” He let me cry and then told me to never forget how I felt because a time will come when Jews will be persecuted again and I will need to stand up for them.”

Now, I find myself defending Israel and Jews. I find myself repeating the same things he used to say.

So Why Israel?

Israel is the only country in the Middle East where Muslims, Jews, Christians, Druze has the same rights.

Israel is the only country in the Middle East where women have rights.

Israel is the only country in the Middle East where homosexuals are not persecuted.

In other words, Israel is the exact opposite of the evil that killed over 6 million people in Europe.


Daddy, I hope I make you proud!

About the Author
Elizabeth is a nurse by profession, and a parent of a dog who thinks she is human. She likes lots of things. She may write about them.